But the more I think about it, the more I realized what I meant wasn't really about avoiding detection, as the word camouflage conveys, but rather that by gathering color from nature, I am reminded that I am part of nature. And that like growing/gathering plants for my own food or to make my own medicines, collecting plants to color cloth with is another way to connect with a larger existence than my own. The more connections that are knit together, the stronger they become.
This isn't yarn I dyed, but it was hand dyed and perhaps the next pink-ish yarn I have will be.
The madder germinated and is doing well. The safflower I've planted keeps getting eaten by the slugs. I'll try again.
From the book I'm currently reading:
"Perhaps we may make our stand along the edge of that civilization, like a magician, or like a person who, having lived among another tribe, can no longer wholly return to his own. He lingers half within and half outside of his community, open as well, then, to the shifting voices and flapping forms that crawl and hover beyond the mirrored walls of the city. And even there, moving along those walls, he may hope to find the precise clues to the mystery of how those walls were erected, and how a simple boundary became a barrier..." The Spell of the Sensuous by David Abram
A hammer that was my grandfather's, a drill that was my father's, and a circular saw that my parents gave me for Christmas a couple years ago.
Every girl needs a set of tools.
Part of this was already in place. My dad put most of the frame work up for me a couple years ago. I nailed the 2 by 4's across to create a support for the windows and then started nailing up the windows.
Some of the windows came from a friend, some from my parents, some from one of my brothers.
The porch side.
Yes Dad, I know none of it's straight.
I also spent some time playing with the settings on my camera and enjoying the roses.
I hope that you have never regretted giving me the silk thread you and your grandmother had collected.
I wish you could know how much I love working with it. How much joy it brings me.
I've returned to working on a weaving I started in one of Jude's workshops. I think it will make a lovely pillow.
I also keep returning to the question, "What do we want from the things we make?" The answers to this question lead me towards considering what kinds of things do I want to make? Pillows, clothing, blankets, place mats, things for the house and in general, a well feathered nest; gifts, gardens, good food, healthy children, friends...
Had an errand to run today that was another direction than I usually go. This trail was originally a railroad line. It was good to go travel a different path.